Dr. Vivianne Delacroix adjusted her glasses and looked over the new patient's file. "Ms. Jacobs, welcome to my office. I'm Dr. Delacroix, but please call me Vivianne. I see here that you're interested in discussing breast reduction surgery?"
Ms. Jacobs, a woman in her late 50s with an extraordinarily large chest, shifted nervously in her seat. "Yes, doctor. I've been having back pain and limited mobility for years now. It's become unbearable, and I can't stand the constant stares and comments anymore."
Vivianne nodded sympathetically, making notes in the file. "I understand, Ms. Jacobs. Breast reduction surgery can significantly improve your quality of life, alleviate pain, and increase your range of motion. It's a relatively simple procedure with minimal complications."
Ms. Jacobs looked skeptical. "It sounds too good to be true. I'm just not sure if I can go through with it."
Vivianne leaned back in her chair and offered a solution. "Well, have you considered bringing a friend or family member to hold your breasts during the operation? It's a common practice in some cultures and can provide comfort and support."
Ms. Jacobs looked taken aback. "Hold my breasts? I've never heard of such a thing!"
Vivianne chuckled. "It might sound unusual, but it can make the experience more intimate and personal. You'll have someone you trust to help you through it."
Ms. Jacobs thought for a moment and agreed to consider the idea. Vivianne then proceeded to examine her, palpating and measuring her breasts with a tape measure.
As she performed the examination, Vivianne noticed Ms. Jacobs' discomfort. "Would you like to hold your own breasts, Ms. Jacobs? It might help you feel more in control."
Ms. Jacobs hesitated but eventually agreed. She held her breasts, and Vivianne asked her to describe the sensation.
"It feels strange and awkward," Ms. Jacobs said, "but also liberating and empowering."
Vivianne smiled. "I can imagine. It's not every day you get to hold such a magnificent part of your body."
Ms. Jacobs laughed. "You can have them, if you want."
Vivianne chuckled. "Thank you, but I prefer my own modest chest. Do you have anyone in mind to assist you during the surgery?"
Ms. Jacobs mentioned her niece, who had offered to accompany her to the hospital. Vivianne approved of the choice but warned Ms. Jacobs that her niece might faint at the sight of blood.
Ms. Jacobs reassured Vivianne that her niece was tougher than she looked. "She'll be honored to hold my breasts during the operation."
Vivianne nodded and made a note of the arrangement. She then asked Ms. Jacobs to undress and lie down on the examination table, so she could take some final measurements.
As Ms. Jacobs undressed, Vivianne admired her curves and appreciated the challenge of reducing such a large chest. She put on her gloves and prepared to examine her.
"Take a deep breath and hold it, Ms. Jacobs," Vivianne said, palpating and measuring her breasts. "Exhale and relax."
Ms. Jacobs complimented Vivianne on her skill and professionalism. "Thank you, Ms. Jacobs. I'm here to help you. I look forward to seeing you again at the hospital."
Ms. Jacobs left the office with a smile on her face, feeling more confident and excited about the surgery. She knew she was in good hands with Dr. Delacroix.
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